For my teacher.
No Sir, i did not raise my hand
Do not call on me, i dont know the answer
No ma'am, this is not my holy land
I have a question, so whats your answer?
I hate this class and the students
when sitting in class, i try to be prudent
and the way you teach, makes you a nuisance
we didnt even learn the things on this test
i swear all you cause is stress
graduation cannot come fast enough
then i dont have to worry and hear you fuss
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